I found out what my dad wanted this weekend. He wanted to go to some concerts at the fair with me on Sunday. It’s too bad that I could barely stand up on Sunday, never mind walk to the stage and sit for a few hours. I had to lay down in the bed most of the day. That’s how bad it was.
I’m under pain management now. I’m getting well, but it’s slow. Tomorrow will be better. I know it will.
I found an old picture on the memory of my camera. It’s from back in January:

The tree outside the window looks fake. It doesn’t look like fall here…

My new journal, upclose:

Ziggy’s birthday cake (the carrot cake was her’s, the humans ate the chocolate cake):


She looks so sad to be turning two:

The sun came out. I think I will go a head and go out for a little while. Just a bit. I feel a little bit like running in the grass, but I know better than that. I’m going to enjoy the sunshine while I still can.